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"You left Obi-wan alone?" Padmé questioned Anakin with her eyes wide.
"Only to check on you, love," Anakin responded with the cheekiest smile he could muster when as he sat on the edge of Padmé's bed. The senator rolled her eyes as she sat upright.
"Always the enchanter," Padmé accused her husband as a smile began to grow on her features. "So let me get this straight, Obi-Wan and Satine had a brief romantic relationship?" She couldn't believe that Obi-Wan was involved with the Duchess in the first place.
"That is correct," Anakin confirmed.
"Well we don't want to keep them waiting," Padmé threw the covers off and began to make her way to the door. Anakin helped Padmé waddle off of her bed and trailed behind her to let his mind wander off to the imagination of Obi-Wan actually in love.
"Satine!" Padmé cheerfully greeted the Mandalorian diplomat with a bright smile. The duchess was seated on the main hold's couch with her hands neatly folded on her lap. Sitting right beside her, with a small telltale sign of his slight discomfort, was Obi-Wan Kenobi.
"Padmé, oh I'm so glad that you're alright and safe," Duchess Satine exhaled a greeting of relief. The duchess however, couldn't keep her gaze from wandering to her colleague's large stomach. "My, I didn't know that you are—"
"Pregnant?" Padmé finished as she gave a look at Anakin. "I was under the impression that Anakin told you about my pregnancy."
Three pairs of eyes stared at the Chosen one. "I might've neglected some tidbits of information," Anakin looked away, scratching the back of his head. No one seemed convinced by his claim, so he started, "Anyways, we need you help to disappear."
Satine nodded and produced a datapad from within her cloak. Activating the power button, the screen came to life and she handed the device to Anakin. "This," Anakin glanced at the datapad as Satine explained, "is a list of places here on Mandalore that you can blend into with the right disguises and possibly settle in for the time being."
Scrolling through the names of cities and town, Anakin noticed a particular name that felt…right. "Where's the town of Enceri located?" Anakin asked the duchess.
"Enceri," Satine repeated. "As I recall, the town's located on the northern hemisphere. A trading post settlement for nearby communities and it's fairly remote, even in Mandalorian terms."
"That place sounds perfect," Obi-Wan spoke for the first time since Anakin and Padmé's arrival. "Judging by its small size and remote location, it'll be easy to be under the Empire's radar." Anakin nodded in approval and handed the datapad to Padmé. Amidala examined the information.
"It sounds almost too good to be true," Padmé spoke out her doubt about the location, worried about being found.
"To tell you the truth, Enceri isn't exactly…kind to the Jedi Order," Satine explained to the trio, two of them Jedi themselves. "Which means that the way you are all dressing up as, needs to go."
Glancing at each other, Obi-Wan and Anakin realized that they were still in their Jedi robes. Pretty sure what they had to do now, they were about to ask Satine where they could acquire the…proper attire to blend into the town of Enceri when the duchess held up a hand.
"Say no more, gentlemen. I have something that you could wear," Satine answered as Obi-Wan and Anakin exchanged looks.
"I feel like a walking armory," Anakin complained as he walked around the main hold with his new Mandalorian armor called beskar'gam.
"Come now Anakin, it's not as bad as you think," Obi-Wan defended as he moved in his own armor to get used to the feel. "Besides, the black and blue color looks good on you."
Anakin shot a glare at Obi-Wan and mocked, "Ha ha, very funny old man. At least I'm not in armor painted in sparkling gold."
The Negotiator raised an annoyed eyebrow before Padmé broke up the banter. "You two are grown men. Not children. And Anakin," Padmé looked at her husband with a mischievous smirk. "The black and blue really does look good on you."
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